“What do they want?”
“They want you.”
“What for?”
“To arrest you.”
“Arrest me? arrest me, do you say?”
“Yes, sir, and they are headed by a magistrate.”
“What’s the meaning of all this?” said Van Baerle, grasping in his hands the two bulbs, and directing his terrified glance towards the staircase.
“They are coming up! they are coming up!” cried the servant.
“Oh, my dear child, my worthy master!” cried the old housekeeper, who now likewise made her appearance in the dry-room, “take your gold, your jewelry, and fly, fly!”
“But how shall I make my escape, nurse?” said Van Baerle.